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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.