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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.