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 Taiwan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.