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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cure to the dance 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.