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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
DNA,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.