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 Guyana and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.