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 Oman 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.