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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.