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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Television,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.