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 Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bauhaus to the jazz 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.