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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Eve St. Jones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.