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 Niger and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Gories to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.