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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.