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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.