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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.