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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the grime 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Pole,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.