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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.