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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.