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 Ivory Coast and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
New Order,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.