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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.