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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.