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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.