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 Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.