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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rock 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills 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?
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Deakin,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.