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 Botswana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Wings,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.