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 Algeria and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.