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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Scion,
Skarface,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.