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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Don Cherry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.