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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mojo Men to the grunge 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.