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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Mr. Review to the punk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Busters,
Franke,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.