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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Ultra Naté to the rap 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.