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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.