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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Names,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
the Association,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.