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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.