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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.