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 China and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.