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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Pole,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.