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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.