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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Shadows of Knight 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s 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 Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Mars,
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.