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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Nation of Ulysses to the techno 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABBA,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Urselle,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.