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 Ireland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
Television,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Japan,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Radiohead,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.