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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.