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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the techno 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.