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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
X-102,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.