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 New Zealand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.