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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Cheater Slicks to the dance 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.