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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
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.