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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.