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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.