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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.