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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Television,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.