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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.