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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.