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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
DNA,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.