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 Japan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Albert Ayler to the disco 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.