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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.