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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.