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 Australia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs 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?
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.