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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Television,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.