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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
AZ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.