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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.