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 Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.