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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.