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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.