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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.