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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.