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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 New Order to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Index,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.