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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Niagra,
The Names,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.