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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Lyres to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.