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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.