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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Accadde A 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Remains,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
ABC,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.