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 Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slick Rick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Black Pus,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.