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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
PIL,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.