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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Tears for Fears to the funk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.