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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Tears for Fears to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
Index,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.