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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the rap 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.