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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
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.