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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
EPMD,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.