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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.