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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.