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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the rap 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.