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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Radiohead to the funk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boz Scaggs,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.