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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Offenders to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.