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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.