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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 marimba 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
Can,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.