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 Tonga and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.