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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Main Source,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.