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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.