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 South Africa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Mars,
The Gories,
ABC,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.