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 Uganda 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Toasters 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Can,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Excepter,
Ten City,
The Evens,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.