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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.