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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 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 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 Man Parrish to the techno 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
FM Einheit,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.