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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.