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 Syria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the techno 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Q65,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.