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 Congo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.