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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.