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 Haiti 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.