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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the funk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.