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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bauhaus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 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?
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.