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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Seeds to the dance 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.