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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 The Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Organ,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.