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 Peru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.