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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.