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 Latvia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Index,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.