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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.