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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Index,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.