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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.