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 Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Swans to the techno 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.