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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
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.