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 Singapore 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.