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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.