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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.