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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Skarface,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.