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 Colombia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fortunes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.