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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Ultravox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
AZ,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.