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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 theremin 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 The Move to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.