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 Belarus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.