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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.