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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lakeside to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
the Normal,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Little Man,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.