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 Guatemala and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Standells to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.