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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Stooges to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.