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 Namibia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.