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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alton Ellis to the rap 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.