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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.