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 New Zealand 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.