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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.