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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.