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 Senegal 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 LL Cool J 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Franke,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.