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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bauhaus to the disco 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.