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 East Timor and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Fear to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.