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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Techniques to the jazz 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.