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 Grenada and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lee Hazlewood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.