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 Kiribati and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
the Human League,
Jandek,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Slave,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.