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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.