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 Armenia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Parry Music to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
June of 44,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fear,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.