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 Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Television,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.