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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Mantronix to the techno 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Television,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.