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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.