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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.