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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.