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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Model 500,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.