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 India and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.