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 Suriname 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Walker Brothers to the grunge 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.