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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the grunge 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.