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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Make Up to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
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,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.