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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
ABC,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.