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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Trojans to the electroclash 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Swell Maps,
Index,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.