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 Uruguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.