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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.