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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.