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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.