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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.