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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.