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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon to the disco 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Mars,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Rakim,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.