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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.