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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.