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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
New Order,
Malaria!,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.