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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Pagans,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
The Busters,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.