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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.