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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.