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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Slave,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Kayak,
Pole,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.