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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Visage,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.