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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacques Brel to the techno 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.