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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.