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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.