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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.