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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
ABC,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.