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 Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.