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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 John Lydon to the jazz 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.