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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Livin' Joy to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
The Fall,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.