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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
The Index,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.