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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.