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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.