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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Brick,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.