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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the punk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
The Wake,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.