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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.