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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the disco 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
X-101,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Visage,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.