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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.