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 Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.