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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.