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 Djibouti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Wolf Eyes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.