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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.