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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.