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 Panama and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smiths to the grime 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Can,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.