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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish 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 grunge 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Bill Near,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.