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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the crunk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
X-101,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Smog,
The Associates,
Monolake,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.