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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 Lille and Mumbai.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.