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 Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.