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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
The Stooges,
MC5,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.