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 Mali and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.