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 Guyana 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Archie Shepp to the disco 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Nico,
EPMD,
Index,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.