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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.