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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.