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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the 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.