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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.