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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Skriet to the electroclash 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.