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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Soulsonic Force to the punk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.