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 Algeria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 June Days to the techno 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.