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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.