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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.