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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
cv313,
The Slits,
JFA,
Jandek,
Slave,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.