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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.