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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.