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 Slovenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC 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?
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.