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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Personalities 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Can,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Liliput,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.