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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.