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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.