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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.