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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.