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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Scion,
June of 44,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.