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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Groovy Waters to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.