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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Monolake,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Bob Dylan,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.