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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
the Normal,
The Gories,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Nico,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.