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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.