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 Iran and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Brick,
Jandek,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.