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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Magma,
Jandek,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
UT,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.