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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 synthesizer 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Erasure,
This Heat,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.