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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.