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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.