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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.