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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 New Order to the techno 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
The Names,
The Index,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.