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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.