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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Pole,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.