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 Suriname and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Can,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.