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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
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.