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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Ten City,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Brick,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.