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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Anakelly to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.