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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.