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 India and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.