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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
UT,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Magma,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.