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 Denmark and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Albert Ayler to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.