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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
Skriet,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.