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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.