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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.