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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fall to the funk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.