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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.