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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.