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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Mr. Review to the techno 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
UT,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.