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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Boredoms to the funk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.