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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.