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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
The Sound,
Crime,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.