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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Technova,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Lalann,
PIL,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.