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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Grauzone to the electroclash 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.