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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the techno 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Niagra,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.