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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 The Monochrome Set 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.