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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quantec to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.