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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.