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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Scion,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.