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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.