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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.