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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.