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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Tom Boy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Smog,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.