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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 spring reverb 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 Max Romeo to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.