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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Durutti Column to the rock 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.