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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.