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 Indonesia and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.