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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.