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 Korea North and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 The Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.