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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joyce Sims to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.