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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.