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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Whodini,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.