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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans 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?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.