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 Maldives and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Supertramp to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.