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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Scion,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.