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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 This Heat to the crunk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Q65,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.