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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Moss Icon to the crunk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.