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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the disco 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.