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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.