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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Television,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.