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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Crime,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.