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 China and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.