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 Yemen and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie to the disco 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.