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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the rap 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee 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?
The Slits,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.