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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 The United States of America to the grunge 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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?
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.