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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 The Zeros 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.