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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
The Fall,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Television,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.