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 Nepal 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the crunk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.