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 Malawi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
Pylon,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
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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.