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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms to the rock 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.