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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.