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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Association to the disco 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
DNA,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.