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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fuzztones to the crunk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Gong,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Monolake,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lindisfarne,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.