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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.