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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.