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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
The Wake,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
The Residents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.