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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.