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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 techno 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.