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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Donald Byrd to the dance 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.