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 Armenia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Names to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Scion,
The Monks,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.