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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.