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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.