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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Scion,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.