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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.