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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.