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 Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Q65,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.