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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
The Gories,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.