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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army 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?
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
CMW,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.