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 Antigua and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.