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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero 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.