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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Q65,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.