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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.