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 Denmark and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.