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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
MDC,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.