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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mars 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Scion,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
UT,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.