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 Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
The Index,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Neu!,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.