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 Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the grime 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
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.