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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.