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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
the Association,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.