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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
the Human League,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.