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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 spring reverb 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.