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 Spain and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Mars,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.