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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
PIL,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.