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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.