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 Albania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the grunge 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
DNA,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.