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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.