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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.