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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Basic Channel to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
JFA,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.