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 Iraq and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Blancmange to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Monks,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.