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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
MDC,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.