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 Israel and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.