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 Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.