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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Jawbox to the punk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Josef K,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.