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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Birthday Party to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.