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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.