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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.