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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth 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.