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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
June Days,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
X-102,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.