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 Mongolia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Mars,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
The New Christs,
The Move,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.