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 Chad and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q65,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.