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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the grime 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.