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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the techno 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Index,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.