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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.