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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Faust,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.