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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Monks,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.