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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.