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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Zapp,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.