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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.