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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Swans to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.