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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 theremin 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Japan,
the Slits,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.