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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.