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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur 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?
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.