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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anakelly to the grime 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.