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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 the Soft Cell to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.