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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.