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 Andorra and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
a-ha,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.