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 South Sudan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 David Bowie to the techno 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.