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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.