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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.