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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 harpsichord 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.