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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 The Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.