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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Quadrant to the disco 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Nas,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.