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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.