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 Oman and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.