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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
the Association,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.