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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.