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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Monks,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.