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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.