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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Lyres,
Interpol,
Visage,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.