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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.