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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Urselle,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.