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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.