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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.