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 Papua New Guinea 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.