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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Grandmaster Flash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.