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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
AZ,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.