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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
MDC,
X-102,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.