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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Leaves,
X-101,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.