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 Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Gories,
Massinfluence,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.