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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.