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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.