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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.