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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.