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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
X-101,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.