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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.