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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Magma,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.