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 Finland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.