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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.