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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.