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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Deakin to the electroclash 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.