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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.