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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Barry Ungar to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.