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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.