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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.