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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the grime 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Main Source,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.