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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the grime 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.