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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.