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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.