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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.