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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
The Monks,
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.