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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.