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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
MC5,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
MDC,
Roxette,
Skaos,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.