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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash 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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.