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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.