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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.