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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.