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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the jazz 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.