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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Real Kids to the crunk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.