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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.