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 Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
AZ,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.