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 Italy 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.