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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.