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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Grass Roots 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.