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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Ponytail,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
UT,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.