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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
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 Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
MDC,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.