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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.