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 Norway and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Byron Stingily 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Fear,
The Move,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.