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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Shoche,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.