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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.