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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.