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 Italy and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.