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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 X-101 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.