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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
The Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.