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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
Faust,
Model 500,
Erasure,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Little Man,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.