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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.