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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Bob Dylan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.