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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.