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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.