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 Colombia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.