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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.