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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.