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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Swans,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.