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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Silicon Teens to the grunge 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.