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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Flipper,
Can,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.