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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.