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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Golliwogs 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.