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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.