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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Guru Guru to the grunge 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Index,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Wings,
New Order,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
the Germs,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.