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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Ten City to the dance 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
The Move,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.