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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.