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 Sierra Leone and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.