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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 B.T. Express to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Monks,
Neu!,
June Days,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.