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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the rap 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Slave,
Lyres,
Fear,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.