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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Erasure,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.