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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Fall to the electroclash 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.