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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Leaves to the jazz 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 Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Television,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.