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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.