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 Sweden and from Columbus.
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 Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the punk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Ten City 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.