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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 MC5 to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Eric Dolphy,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.