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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
ABC,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.