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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Brick,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.