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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Smog,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.