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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Mars,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.