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 Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.