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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the rock 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.