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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.