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 Haiti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
a-ha,
The Index,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.