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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.