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 Oman 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
New Order,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.