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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
JFA,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.