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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.