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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.