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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
The Names,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.