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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.