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 Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.