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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.