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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.