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 Austria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.