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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.