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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Faust to the electroclash 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.