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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
ABC,
Scion,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.