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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
ABBA,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.