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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Unwound to the punk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Skarface,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.