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 China and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.