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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.