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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.