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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig 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?
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.