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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.