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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.