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 Lesotho and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.