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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 New Age Steppers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.