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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.