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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.