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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Marvin Gaye to the punk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
The Gories,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.