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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Monks,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.