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 South Africa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.