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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Lyres,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Television,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.