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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 Edmonton and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.