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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
the Association,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
UT,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.