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 Bhutan and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.