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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.