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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Gang of Four to the rap 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.