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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 PIL 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Quantec,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.