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 Syria and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.