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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.