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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.