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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.