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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.