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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.