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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 JFA to the grunge 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
a-ha,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Can,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.