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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.