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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.