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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Invisible to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.