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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Television,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.