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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Zapp,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.