Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.