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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Swans to the techno 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
MC5,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.