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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
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.