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 Cyprus and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
CMW,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.