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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Count Five,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.