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 Nigeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry 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?
Swans,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Technova,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.