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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.