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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.