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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Symarip to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.