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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.