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 Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.