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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Inner City to the rock 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.