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 Poland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Vainqueur to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.