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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
MC5,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Sex Pistols,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.