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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Fugazi to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 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?
The Residents,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
The Move,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.