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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.