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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the grime 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.