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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Morten Harket to the rock 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Suicide,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.